Capítulo 11: Chapter 4 - Prince Charming never show up, huh? (2)

A U T U M N

Apparently, he couldn't since he walked towards me and stopped right in front of me. His black leathered shoes were only five inches away from my pearly white sneakers. "I've told you I'm better. There's no way I would forget to pick my girl from a party," he continued his asshattery. "Why didn't he come tonight? I wouldn't have let my girl come to a party alone."

I nearly groaned out of frustration. It was bad enough that I had to endure his presence and now I had to endure nonsense coming out of his mouth too. "If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart." I hoped that would piss him off and he would run back into the house. But it didn't.

Instead, he tipped his head back and laughed. Long and loud and attracting attention as if he thought something was really funny. If I knew I was this hilarious, maybe I'd become a comedian and save the money for tuition.

His laughter quieted down after several heartbeats. I watched his shoes move as he went and sat beside me on the bench. I turned and faced him, there was an amused smile on his lips. "How do I block you from my life?" I asked truthfully. I really didn't know the reason for him to keep on bothering me. He acted like he didn't hear my question at all.

A slight breeze lifted his lapels and teased the lock of dark hair touching his forehead. He slid one hand to the front of his coat and unbuttoned it despite the damp, chilly air. He shrugged off his coat. "What are you doing?" I looked at him with widened eyes. "Dude! I'm not fond of the strip clubs, could you please stop?!"

To my surprise, he put his coat around me as if he knew I was freezing to death. His gaze moved across my face as if he was looking for something but then he put both hands on top of his knees and pushed himself up. I watched him warily, not knowing what he was about to do next.

This guy was probably the weirdest guy I've ever met, there was no telling what he was up to. A few hours ago, he told the biggest lie, mocking me in front of everyone, and now he was giving me his coat to keep me from cold. "Do you want something to drink? I'm going to get a hot cup of tea," he offered.

I didn't answer until I realized he wouldn't leave without it so I gave him a brief nod.

"Stay here. I'll be back." He clasped his hand on the handle, pushed the door open, and went out of my sight. I quickly dropped his coat on the bench and walked away. Considering what he had said earlier about revenge, I doubted he wouldn't put laxatives in my tea.

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T Y L E R

"I've done as you asked, can I please go home?" I glanced at the watch on my wrist. It was three in the morning. I hoped Autumn was already in bed or too busy partying up that she didn't notice my absence. "Dude." I tapped the Italian guy's shoulder. I still had no idea what was his name and he didn't bother to tell me.

"Shut up," he shouted. "Open the package and follow me now." He pointed at the package in my hand as he barked his order.

I quickly lifted the lid. I almost dropped it right here right now once I saw what was inside. It was a pistol. I shot him a wary look. "What am I gonna do with a pistol?"

He smirked. "Didn't Mommy ever tell you that gun shoots? Now shut up and follow me. If this ends well, you don't have to use it."

I've never held a gun in my life but I pulled the thing out of the box and carefully placed my hand on the handle. I've watched many spy movies before so I knew it was Glock 22, the standard gun for police officers. I tightened my grip and hoped that no one died tonight.